How often does our search for meaningfulness stop us from seeing the meaning in our lives right in front of us?
I thought that my emotions would heal over time like a line, moving steadily away from grief and pain. But I’ve learned that grief and healing work more like a spiral.
But God, in his great love for me, gave me a job I never wanted, using skills I didn’t have, and through that he taught so much about mercy.
When chokecherries showed up in my backyard I went to work making my mom’s chokecherry jam, with imperfect results. But the point was never the jam anyways.
Years ago I sat with my journal and penned this letter from God. As the words poured out I realized that he was using this worshipful practice to pry open the dark places of my heart.